lyrics
Do you remember when we dreamt about the City of Lights?
So here we are, it is us,
now, we belong to the grey landscapes,
butterflies in the pink sky,
green water drowning our eyes now.
Left to us,
it was fun all the time that we had yesterday
under the neon lights.
Left to us. Down your spine, all the lights.
Left to us.
Yeah, but
I remember the blurred time when we decided to draft away
took the streets, fight the class
with our art so right. Doesn't metter our skins, or our home, or our hopes.
Well, the papers: that is a fun thing to talk about.
How often do you think about your writing?
Don't mind that your fucking piece of meat rules the peace,
judge their sex, close the borders and control the rights.
Think that it's alright to punch the movements that don't shield your knifes
u little piece of shit?
But it doesn't mind, we can forget it all
In this night, under the neon lights.
So here we are, it is us, left to us.
Do you remember the long days? Wasting time.
Take a breath, you are golden blue.
How often do you think about your writing?
Don't mind that your fucking piece of meat rules the peace,
judge their sex, close the borders and control the rights.
Think that it's alright to hide the sparks that don't fit your mind
u little piece of...?
So here we are, left to us,
under the neon lights.
Left to us, it was fun all the time that we had yesterday
So here we are, left to us,
under the neon lights.
Left to us, left to us under the neon lights, yeah.
And all the class-obsession doesn't mind
but keep the money, fuck the shame
these are us now, we belong to the grey landscapes,
butterflies in the pink sky,
die to the model son now.
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from
Tropico,
released December 8, 2017
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